The Dickinson press., 1887-08-20

and told him to go over to the bank at his
leisure, fetch the money and pay the church's
debt. About a week after old Horn was
buried my uncle put the check i'll his pocket
and went after the money. 1t was early in
the fall, when the nights were cool, and my
uncle being great walker, concluded to stay
in town, after drawing the money from the
bank, and walk the five miles home He
ing, later than he had intended, but he had
fallen in with friend and the time passed
quicker than he had noticed.
"Thc graveyard where old Jason Horn was
buried lay along the road my uncle had TO
travel 1t was two miles from the town tho
church was in, or n little more than half way
between the two places. About y o'clock that
night two men came into the former place in
great hurry. They were pnle and excited.
They were the men who had gone OH duty that
night to watch old Horns grave To every ono
they met they said they had seen ghost-a
tall white figure that seemed to float OH the air.
1t had risen out of the ground in the grave
yard, and after touching ut several graves
had started slowly toward Horns grave in a
manner that drove the watchmcn from tho
place in terror. After going half milo or
more the men had cautiously returned,
thinking the ghost might havo gone away;
but there it was, circling in weird
manner near the spot where Horns
grave was This news caused II great
sensation, and the dead mans nephcws
were much alarmed, and construed the mp
partition rs warning to them for tlcirnctn
i'll the matter OF the will While the excite
ment was at its height my uncle arrived in
town. 1t was then about 10 o'clock He was
very much agitated, and tho story lie told
added to the feverish feeling in the place.
After telling why he had remained in tho
other town so late my uncle said:
''i was coming along toward the grave
yard at Il moderate gait said he, carrying
my light overcoat over my arm and singing
n favorite hymn, When suddenly something
white attracted my attention over in the
burying ground came even with the road
entrance to the graveyard, when l saw a tall,
white figure standing erect n short distance
inside the sacred enclosure 1 was momen-
tarily startled, Of course, but quickly re-
covered myself, and at once determined to
discover what the iSure was, and WHY it was
there at such place and at such oil hour.
entered the graveyard and approached tho
white figure. 1t moved slowly forward for u
few steps, then stopped and seemed to kneel.
The sky was clouding over, but the whitencss
of the object before mo made it conspicuous
in the darkness. drew near noiselessly, I'M
til was within reach of the kncelinS figure.
1 bent and placed my hand upon it. In
stantly itsprang out, with loud scream, and
tried to run away. Iseizcd it, and found that
held in my arms an apparently young wo-
man, screaming with terror. l succeeded in
quieting her, telling her who was and that
meant her no harm, and she finally told mo
she was the daughter of farmer living near.
She was a somnambulist, she said. Her
mother had recently died and she was buried
i'll that graveyard, and, said the girl, u must
have risen i'll my sleep in my night clothes
and walked here to mothers grave
"'The girl,' continued my uncle, was
shivering, and ! threw my ovcrcoat about
her and led her out of tho graveyard. She
said her home WINS half n mile further on in
the direction was going, so l said would
see her safely there. Tho darkness became
deeper, and bcforo we had gone far could
see but few feet ahead of me. When we
got to the spot where the trees and tho bushes
are so thick Oh either side of the road. it was
barely possible tn see ut all. Suddenly felt
the girl take llcr hand from my arm
stopped and spoke to her. She was gone.
gropetl about in tho darkness, but she was
nowhere to be found. She took my overcont
with her. continued my uncle, while a look
of agony came upon his face, and if she is
not discovered
"Therc my uncle broke down and sobbed.
"'Suppose she isn't discovered,' said by
standcr, petulantly. You can get another
one can't youY
eyes said my uncle. Yes; but, ohl my
brethren! The church's 5000 was in the
pocket of that overcoat!"
"Men, there was n time in that place.
Everybody was interested in the church, and
i'll short time a hundred men with lanterns
were securing the country about the grave
yard and the graveyard itself for traces Of
the mysterious somnambulist, who had
walked away with the church's fortune.
They discovered nothing, but during the
search u wall that made the blood of the bold
est in the party turn cold came from that
part of the graveyard where old Horn was
buried. Everybody hastened thither includ.
ing my poor uncle. BY the light of the
lamps that were held aloft terrible sight
was revealed. Old Horns coffin lay open by
the side of his grave. Old Horn was in it,
but his $4,000 were gone. The grave had
been robbed Stretched on tho ground were
41oinS TWO HtpheWS, eroVellnG IN tho dirt
and wailing i'll the agony Of their souls.
"Well, of course there was great lamenta-
ton i'll the town, but no one lnourned with
the true soreness of heart that my unfortun-
ate uncle did. The mystery OF the robbery
of course could not he explained, but my
uncle worried so much, and his oversensitivo
conscience pricked him SO, that month after
tho robbery iii the graveyard he resigned his
pulpit and babe farewell to the place to seek
peace elsewhere. We heard from him few
months later He was i'll Montana, and said
lie had fallen into great fortune by the unex-
pecteG finding Of n silver m1.e"
Brother Young paused. His story had GER
tainly not improved the spirits of the club
"Did they ever discover who got the
chnch's $4,000 and the wealth out Of old
Horns gravel" asked Caterer Collins, i'm
patiently.
NO, they never did," replied Brother
Young.
But they might" said the Caterer.
"How!" inquired Brother Young.
by putting the detectives on your uncle,'
said the Caterer.
Here the doleful meeting adjourned.-New
York Sun